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people.”
    Pain
jabbed her temples. She blinked several times. She’d seen that ring before. A
long time ago . . .
    “Come
with me, now,” he softly commanded.
    Stunned,
Falon could not react. Her brain fogged. Her joints froze as if clogged with
Play-Doh. Somewhere in the midst of her fear, however, she felt the bubbling of
astonishment.
    If
this guy thought she was going to trot out of here with him and his blond
sidekick, he was too stupid to live.
    “My
people?” she choked out. “I have no people. You have me mixed up with someone
else.”
    He
stepped toward her, and somehow, despite her terror, she was able to hold her
stance. “I have not made a mistake, Falon Corbet. I have searched for you for
nearly a decade. You are the one I seek.”
    Her
jaw dropped. No one knew her real name. No one except her long-gone foster
parents and the poor excuse of a caseworker who had turned his back on her when
she needed help all those years ago. She’d been on her own since she was
fourteen, and since then had always used an alias. Better to keep the cops at
bay when she skipped town and her financial obligations and to keep her name
out of the system that had turned on her.
    Despite
wanting to show this guy some game, Falon took several steps back. “Who are
you?” she whispered. “How do you know my name?”
    “I am
Viktor Salene.” He gave her a short, curt bow. “Jager, master Slayer of
Lycans.”
    She
narrowed her eyes. The guy was definitely smoking something. “What’s a Lycan,
and how do you know who I am?”
    The
man scowled, his eyes darkening until he looked demonic. “Lycans are an
abomination of nature. The scourge of the earth! They are the creatures a great
king charged our ancestors to destroy over seven hundred years ago. The
creatures I have spent my life hunting.”
    Falon
took another step back. The guy was crazy. She looked past him to Blondie, who
was nodding reverently.
    Right.
    Okay.
    She
almost made a crack about Halloween being months away, but didn’t. These guys
were serious. Crazy, but serious. And that just made them all the more
dangerous.
    “I’ll
tell you what, boys. Tell me where Mr. D is. Let me make sure he’s okay, then
we’ll take our conversation outside.”
    “If
it is the shopkeeper you speak of, he cannot be helped,” Conan the jager said.
    As
his words trailed off, Falon felt it. The bitter coldness of death followed by
a profound sense of loss. And guilt. Mr. D was dead because he had befriended
her. “You killed him?” she demanded incredulously, knowing, yet still not
wanting to believe what she instinctively knew to be true. Falon cringed,
squeezing her eyes shut. She also knew poor Mr. D did not die easily or
quickly. Her eyes flashed open. Heat radiated from her face, and the rage
erupted. This time she didn’t fight it.
    The
barbarian nodded.
    Her
vision clouded then cleared as fury ripped through every part of her, pumping
more adrenaline into her system. The kick of it gave her a sudden urge to
retch, but she swallowed the bile back. “You bastard! He was a kind old man!
You had no right to kill him!”
    She
grabbed a box cutter from where it lay on top of a partially unpacked box of
produce and swung it wide. It caught Conan’s face, slicing open his right
cheek. He didn’t flinch. The only clue to his fury was the narrowing of his
shiny black eyes and the intense wave of pain that flashed over her. The
bastard! He’d attacked her with—what? Some kind of invisible force? Whatever it
was, it hit her like a wall, but one she held her own against. Her fury and
despair over Mr. Delico’s fate reigned supreme, causing something unbelievable
to happen.
    Conan’s
massive body jolted as if he had been slammed by a wall. Instinctively, Falon
knew she had done it, but she had no idea how. She didn’t question it. She’d
never know, so she’d just go with it. A snide smile twisted her lips.
    His
eyes narrowed to black slits. “Do not challenge me,